“Mason!” I shouted from the kitchen, where I had just put two eggs, sunny side up, on a plate for him.
He walked in the kitchen, his beautiful hair disheveled from sleep, “Hey love, you came over again? Thanks.”
I smiled as he kissed my forehead and sat down to eat. It had been like this for awhile. He was making music and getting ready to tour, because of all the space he needed for his music; keyboards, guitars, etc. he had moved into a small apartment in town to be out of his parents way. I spent most of my time there and even had the spare key, so when he was gone I could stay if I wanted.
He made small talk with me as he finished eating. He knew it was late, ten thirty a.m., but I didn’t say anything to him. His music career was tough and I often felt that he was too young to be under so much stress. I knew his parent’s thought the same thing from little comments they had let slip, but we all wanted what was best for Mason.
I smiled a sad smile, in less than a week he would be back on the road, starting his fall tour. It wasn’t that he was insanely popular, he mostly opened for bands, but he was good at what he did, and his salary wasn’t bad.
This last part impressed my parent’s and made them more welcoming to him. I love my mom and dad, but they are a bit superficial, now that Mason had a steady career and an even steadier income they were friendlier towards him.
I, of course, could have cared less about the money, it was Mason I loved and always would. No matter what happened in his career, I knew we would be together.
Still, I would be glad when I graduated in two years and we could get on with our lives. He was being tutored when he was on tour and was now a senior. I was still a junior going to our public high school of an amazing total of three hundred kids. The plan we had was that we would get an apartment, something nice of course, by where I wanted to go to college. He would cut back on his touring and try to pick up some college courses too. We would spend more time together and it would all be good.
The idea of our future is what kept me mildly happy when he was gone, when we were together everything was good, it was when he left that I was pushed back into reality and I didn’t like it.
But, right now’s reality was lovely. As I had been thinking, Mason had snuck up behind me and was now kissing the back of my neck. I sighed softly and allowed him to continue. My thought process ruined, I closed my eyes and let him promise me forever.